“Stay where you are, Birdie. I’m not done with you yet. Zaz, stay inside her,” Bash ordered. We all listened, too tired to move.
I rode out my post orgasm haze, and eventually Mal’s and Bash’s knots loosened. Bash pulled out of Zaz, moving him out of the way so he could lift me off Mal and lay me on the bed. He took my hands, placing them above my head again so Mal could hold them for him. I felt their releases dripping out of me, and wondered what Bash could possibly do next.
He spread my thighs apart, and stuck his tongue out of his mouth. It split down the middle into two separate tongues, but before I could ask him what he planned on doing, he used them to lick me clean. HeateZaz’s cum out of my pussy. Like fucking frosting off a cake. His hungry sucks and licks turned me into a panting, needy mess. Even after being eaten out twice, I still wanted more. He used his thumb to flick my clit as he moved down to eat Mal’s cum out of my asshole. I never thought watching him consume another man’s cum from me would turn me on this much, but fuck was I wrong.
“Oooooh, fuck,” I moaned, straining my neck so I could watch him. “I don’t think I could come again, Bash.”
He lifted his head from my lady bits, and his shiny, cum-stained lips quirked into a half smile. His eyes lit up, like I had challenged him somehow instead of asking for a reprieve. “Oh, you can, and you will. Because I know you want to,” he decreed.
He was right. I wanted to come again. My fantasy was all five of them fucking me with their monster dicks, tails, fingers, and tongues over and over again until I couldn’t physically cum any more. He shoved two fingers into my swollen sex, using my own wetness and whatever was left of Zaz to ease his passage in. He glanced at Zaz, directing a pointed look at my sex. Zaz put two of his fingers inside me too. They pumped them in and out of me in a fast rhythm together.
“Mal, you want to hit the red button for us?” Zaz asked.
“I love pushing buttons,” Mal replied.He has no clue how true that is.
He dipped two fingertips in my mouth, then used the tips to tease my clit, rubbing it in fast, light motions. Letting go of one of my hands, he took my nipple into his mouth, switching between sucking and biting on it. Agonizing pleasure vibrated through me as my body convulsed off the bed in its attempt to escape an overload of pleasure it didn’t know how to process. My brain short circuited, and I swore I saw my soul floating away when I looked at the ceiling.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, thrusting my hips to meet every pump of their fingers. My eyes closed as I succumbed to the lush energy coursing through me.
“Come for us, Birdie. Unravel for your men,” Bash ordered me. And like his good little slut, I obeyed. It simultaneously felt as if a thousand pins pricked me at once and like my skin was burning up with heat.
“RIP my fingers,” Bash said, pulling them out and pushing them past Mal’s lips. “You clenched so hard that I thought they broke for a second there.”
“Your orgasm face was beautiful, honey,” Zaz crooned, kissing my cheek.
“You taste delicious, too” Mal said, kissing my mouth so I could taste myself. I was so tired that I couldn’t even respond to them.
Mal cleaned me with a wet washcloth he teleported from the bathroom, throwing it into the hamper by the wall before snuggling against me. I remember feeling another body press against my back before passing out.
It had been four days since the blood magic summoning. I had been working my ass off in training, getting better every day. We assumed we’d never hear from him, but Michael finally replied to us, offering to meet us around dinner time today. I spent days stewing in my own anxiety about the unknown and debating with the guys on possibilities that might never come to pass. Michael must have hadimportant thingsto attend to upstairs.Whoopy-fucking-do Michael, so do we.He couldn’t even bother getting to know me when I was growing up, so I wasn’t surprised that I didn’t rank high on his priority list. He showed up two hours late, and didn’t even have the decency to eat with us. He just sat at the table in the same meeting room we were in the last time we saw him, staring at us with an expectant stare as ifwewere wastinghistime.
Whose bright idea was it to invite him here anyway?
“Nice of you to join us, Michael,” I barbed him, looking at the time on Bash’s phone. Seeing as all of the people I wanted to speak to were here, I had yet to replace my iPhone that was ruined in the bar fire.
“Diana,” he warned me.
“Good to know you remember my name, since you couldn’t say hello to me at the meeting.”
“You came in last and glared at me the whole time. After you made an example of the bear shifter, you talked to everyone but me. I got the impression you didn’t want to talk.” He looked at me, and actually seemed sad. Or he was a manipulative liar. Either way, I didn’t give a fuck.
“We didn’t ask you here to argue,” Desmond said, putting a hand on my arm to flood my mood with neutral vibes. I slapped him away.
Don’t you dare use your magic on me,I linked him. He removed it, sighing as he shifted in his chair.
“We used blood magic to summon Lucifer, and it worked, sorta,” Zaz began to explain. “He was only able to send his consciousness, not his entire form, which leads us to believe he could possibly be trapped, or is unwilling to be summoned.
“I think he was trapped because he shouted ‘Hell's Kitchen, 2010’ at us before the connection fizzled out. He recognized me for sure,” I added.
“Or, this could be a trap he or someone else set to lure people who want to summon him,” Desmond argued.
“Either way, we want your thoughts on it and some more context. What was going on between you two around that time?” Zaz gently inquired.
Michael looked surprised, maybe by Zaz’s directness? He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk as if he was contemplating what to say. The light reflected off his white-blond hair.
“Your father and I broke up in 2010, in Hell’s Kitchen. We had gone to the festival, and everything seemed fine. Then he faded to Brooklyn to check on you. Your mother had just passed away not even a year prior, and despite his better judgment, Lucifer wanted to move to the city so he could watch you. I told him God wanted us to stay out of your life, for your own good. He didn’t trust God’s plan like I did. He always found it hard to stay away from you for long periods of time…” Michael took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “We got into a huge argument about it. Lucifer wanted to take you with him. He knew about Zaz’s visions, and thought that training you himself was the right move to keep you safe. He didn’t want to leave your education solely to yourboyfriends. He promised me he would stick to the decision we made. The plan was in place for a reason. I just couldn’t deal with him anymore. He was manipulative, controlling, and no matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough for him. So I faded back to Heaven. After I had a few hours to calm down, I tried to use our soul bond to find him, but it was blocked; he had somehow altered it. I knew he was alive, but I couldn’t sense how he felt or where he was.”
“You two actually kept track of me…even though you weren’t supposed to see me?” That made me feel slightly less angry with both of them. I was still hurt that they had to stay away in the first place, but that lessened the sting. “Wait, you’re soulbonded to him?” I asked. Why in Heaven and Hell would Michael do that to himself after everything he had told me about their relationship?